What's Good

Tell me what's good because it damn sure ain't me I'm broke, jobs ain't hiring my souls crying thinking I ain't gone make it thinking GOD overlooked me when he handed down his graces I'm just thinking if I die now I won't get in Heaven later. Life is what you make it, right? wrong! At least i don't think so. Last night I saw myself in a dream wit a whole in my chest it was kinda hard to swallow that I was a bloody mess there I was a bed full of sweat and a face full of tears thinking damn, was GOD punishing me for the sins I committed over the years. Question? How do I cope with all this? Maybe wit hydro and malt liquor pouring it out for all my innocent niggas you know the niggas that's doing time for crimes they didn't do and the peoples testified against them I'm telling you that stop snitching is true. But if you live by the gun you die by the bullet you die soon as that trigga happy nigga behind it that pull it Life's a grimmy chick she's doing everbody raw riding this nigga deep throating him, while she's playing wit the next mans balls. She a dirty broad either she on her back or got my back against the wall. What's good in this world, not a thing that is until I see the King of Kings.